An apartment in my compound became vacant and I was given the privilege of first refusal. I had been in mine for more than ten years and persons who visited me there were always asking, ‘are you still in that house?’ The new place would be more spacious, more dignified but more expensive both in rent and maintenance. Eventually I decided to move. Raising the money was a challenge. We were last paid for the month of January. Out of the blues, a senior colleague, ‘Dele Sogbesan called me up to be a Rapporteur in a workshop in Lagos. The pay was not bad and I eventually paid the rent.
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